Drarry Oneshots
(ive put all the sequels directly after the original)
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Draco sipped at his tea sparingly during dinner, but he always finished as least two glasses of pumpkin juice. That's where they decide to put it. It was Blaise's job to distribute the potion. The next morning, they had decided, would be the funniest they were ever going to experience.
At breakfast Blaise poured the entire vial of love potion into Draco's glass just before he picked it up and gulped it down. He blinked once. Twice. Then stared into the glass as if it had offended him. Pansy was the first to talk.
"So...Draco," she started, trying to sound innocent but failing badly. "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine, Parkinson. Why do you care?" He snapped narrowing his eyes at her. She shook her head and looked away. Her and the rest of the Slytherin's in their year turned anxiously towards the door and waited for Potter to enter.
Giving Draco a potion to fall in love with the Chosen One was the most brilliant plan they had thought of in a while. Slytherin's eyes snapped back to Draco as Harry finally entered the great Hall. They sat on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what Draco would do. When he looked up it was with his usual sneer.
"Oh look, there's Potter." He stuck his nose in the air and turned to Blaise. "Do you know he tried to sneak into the prefect's bathroom? But did he get in trouble for it? Of course not! Stupid Potter with his stupid hair and that stupid scar and those stupid friends of his. I'm leaving." He stood abruptly and left the table leaving everyone astounded.
Pansy turned to Crabbe and Goyle angrily.
"Was that really a love potion or were you too daft to grab the right thing?"
"Yeah, it was!" sputtered Goyle turning red in the face. "Snape keeps the love potions in a whole other cabinet!"
"We couldn't've messed up!" agreed Crabbe. "They were labeled and everything too!"
While Pansy started in at tearing them a new one, attempting to call them every name that held the same meaning as idiot, it seemed the rest of the table had caught on to what was really going on. Blaise could not stop laughing.
"Seems like Draco isn't telling us the full story."
"Wait, do you mean-" Pansy started, her eyes widening.
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Wonder what Potter thinks?" She raised one dainty eyebrow conspiratorially before turning to the Gryffindor table.
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